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About Yousei Hime

This is the journal of a poetic rabbit. Within the warren you'll find poetry, short stories, essays, art, book and movie reviews, and other odds and ends. If you happen to meet the fey princess, be courteous. This rabbit did and was forever changed.

skyraftwanderer,
Thank you so much for visiting, wandering about smiling at different poems, and stopping to speak with me. I visited your place too and enjoyed it very much, especially those Chinese inspired poems. Happy New Year to you. May we meet often in the next year.

Cheryl,
If you smiled then I did well. Thank you for visiting and commenting. I can’t seem to get my writing going lately. Too much other stuff going on. I’ll try again soon. It may not be like air, but I’m sure it’s water and nourishment to my soul.

K,
Me . . . so-so at best. Things at home are complicated and depressing. Not what one would want for these holidays. I appreciate you stopping in to check on me. I’m glad you liked the poem. A satisfied reader always brings me a smile. Best to you and yours for the holidays.

Victoria,
You are the only commenter to question that. It appears so. It is a much different dance these days and no smiles involved. Thank you for your visit and observant comment. Every word should count in writing, right?

It was a poem worthy of the best uses of the word – what flames more than love, joy, color, beauty, all piled in a heap making one feel richer than Midas – the best of life – things that burn in memory when times are gray, when good times turn to ashes, when love is gone. Beautiful.

Gay Reiser Cannon,
Thank you for the visit and kind comment. I love that Midas spin. You mentioned the loss side too, which is only hinted at by a very few words. So glad you shared your thoughts with me.

claudia,
Thank you for the visit and especially for your comment. Flamboyant needed just the right setting to be seen to advantage. I’m glad you thought I set the stage appropriately. See you around dVerse and the moon.

slpmartin,
Welcome back. This was indeed a difficult word. It took me almost the whole month to come up with something. If I could do it in a month, I’m sure you can find a venue for this tricky, flashy fellow. Happy to see you.

Heaven,
Thank you for reading and leaving a comment. The smile was and still is very special. It’s just difficult to see with the weight and struggle of our years together. My boys have some of that smile. I feel sorry for the girls around them . . . sort of.

Usagi

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What I’ve Never Forgotten:

“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?”
― Emily Dickinson, Selected Letters